Brandt I had gotten sidetracked on Friday, trying to make it up to Honey. I didn't finish telling her that Quinn had recovered. She would spend the next few days in the hospital being monitored. I spoke with the sister and explained everything. Well, maybe not in explicit detail, but I think she got the gist of things. Quinn's sister, Natalia, flew in from out of town yesterday, which is why I was able to go see Honey in the afternoon. I didn't stay to meet up with her after our in-depth telephone conversation. Our plan was to meet today at the club. She wanted to understand a little more about the BDSM lifestyle and see the club firsthand. She felt she would be able to help Quinn better if she understood where she was coming from. I thought that was a great idea, so I alloted some time with her. Then I was going to have Daniel take over. I had plans with Honey that I didn't want to break. The man at the door notified me when she arrived. I entered the lobby to find a stunning
Brandt I had plans. Then I remade those plans. Second guessed myself. Is there such a thing as third guessing one's self? Just because I'm a dominant doesn't mean I have all the answers. Especially not when it comes to Honey. She's not only new to BDSM, but to sex altogether. I totally wanted to rush into things with her. I wanted to feel her under me. I wanted between her legs in the worst way, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wanted Honey so badly but I made promises to her and myself. We both needed for her first time to be special. I was going to make popping her cherry one of the best memories of her life. I was a master at the build-up. Layering sexual tension with arousal, with desire. I'd had some practice, sure, except this time I was way too good at it. So good, I got caught up with it myself. I was so far gone over this girl that I was afraid of being alone with her. No, seriously. I was either going to embarrass myself by blowing my load like it was my first time or I'd ruin
UnknownI couldn't just watch anymore. I had to act. Brandt brought that girl to his house again and I knew it was serious. I decided to scare her off. If she felt threatened, she would choose not to see him any longer, right? I mean what had it been, a week or two? How emotionally invested could they be? Anyway, it makes no difference. I had to make Brandt notice me. I wouldn't be able to do that with her in the picture. It was broad daylight and I was dressed like I belonged in this neighborhood. I just had to make my way around to the unlocked window, which took some finesse. I had subtly moved a couple of the cameras a few days ago so that even if I was caught on film going in the house, they wouldn't be able to get a good look.I found some fresh roadkill earlier that I put in a heavy duty trash bag. I'm not usually such a creep, but I need to make a statement. Dead things make really impactful statements. I had gloves on my hands as I pushed open the window. I was strong and a
BrandtEverything was ruined. Dinner was ruined. Our date was ruined. Honey's confidence in me? Ruined. I ran to the kitchen to find the potatoes had boiled away all the water and were burring in the pan. I threw it into the sink and turned on the water. As I filled the pan with water and listened to the angry sizzle. Just like our weekend. I had turned the meatloaf off earlier but left it in the oven to keep warm, so now I took it out and placed it on the stove. I'd wrap it in tin foil and save it for sandwiches later in the week. I wandered back down the hall and listened to the conversations of the technicians processing the bathroom. I wasn't holding my breath that they would find much evidence. I'm sure the perpetrator wore gloves and unless the person left behind DNA like spit or a hair with the follicle still attached well... it just wasn't likely. If they were sophisticated enough to get around my security system, I'm not holding my breath for much evidence. I had not alarme
Chapter 26 - The DomHoneyWhen we got to the club, we went into the back entrance through a small parking garage only available to employees. Brandt explained that since everyone worked so late, he had this built as a safety feature. It wasn't Fort Knox but it was well lit and kept out riff raff. We entered through a door that led up a flight of stairs similar to when he showed me his apartment from the front side except in reverse. Instead of one of the first doors we came to, his apartment was one of the last. There were 4 other apartments on this floor that were all rented to security personnel and one unit belonged to Daniel.His apartment was exactly the same as I remembered. He set me up on the dining table with his laptop. He showed me how to navigate the surveillance software, then started me off on today's footage."I'm going downstairs to talk with my office manager. I asked her to come in today, since she usually only works Monday through Friday. She jumped at the chance t
Brandt"Aren't you a needy little Brat?" I asked her in a cajoling voice. I reached down into the waistband of her shorts and felt her pussy.. Her sopping wet pussy. "Fuck, Honey, if I were to fuck you right now, I would be able to slide in so fucking easily. All that wetness is for me and my cock, you know that, right?" I asked her. But I didn't really need an answer."So do it Master, slide your cock through my slick so I can cum on your dick." I was a little shocked by her dirty talk but I shouldn't have been surprised. Her interest in certain kinks should have told me to expect it."Honey, you have such a dirty mouth, I know, because I just came in it." I gave her a slightly evil grin. "What about making our first time special? I'm asking you and not my submissive. I promised to make your first time vanilla. I'm not feeling very vanilla right now.""I know, but I trust you. I am nervous because I know it's going to hurt. I think you know how to make it feel good after." She wheedle
BrandtI strolled through the doors like I owned the place, because I did. I settled on a sofa at the back, in the dark. A house sub came over to ask if I wanted a blow job. I was sorely tempted to say yes. These primitive feelings Honey invoked in me were knocking around in my chest and I just wanted to feel normal again. I didn't fuck the girls that worked here, but I didn't mind getting a blowy once in a while. I wanted to do a scene, spank or whip or chain up a sub. Burn off some of this energy so that I don't hurt Honey.I looked up at the window of my apartment. Yes, I have a clear view of the floor from up there. I haven't shown it to her yet. I want to and I will. Small steps. I just punched her v-card for gods sake. I took a deep breath and told the sub to meet me behind the curtain of a nearby unoccupied room. I grab a flogger off the wall on the way. I pulled the curtain for privacy and commanded her to bend over the bench made specifically for BDSM activities. I could stra
HoneyMy eyes grew tired as I watched the video footage. Every once in a while, Brandt would scribble notes about each person in each file he handled. At least that is what he said when I asked him. I finally told him I needed a break."I have something to show you." He said mysteriously, and for a moment, I thought we might actually leave the apartment. However, he took me to a room in his apartment that I had not been in yet. There wasn't much in the room except a cabinet that took up much of one wall and a large but comfortable-looking chair near some curtains hanging from the wall. The curtains didn't make much sense as it should have been a solid wall and not a window. I was curious, but not for long.Brant pulled the curtains open rather dramatically and then I saw why. I was able to see Club Voyeur from a whole new angle. I was in awe but then stepped back quickly."Can they see us?" I asked nervously. I wasn't comfortable being a voyeur, strange as that sounds, but I was also